Some Colors Never Fade (Purple Guy x Reader)

Chapter 47

(*bursts through wall dressed as the Grim Reaper* IVE COME TO COLLECT THE SOULS OF THE CHARACTERS THAT WILL DIE SOON AHAHAHA~)

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~Your POV~

Mike pulled into the parking lot. Before he was even parked, you'd unlatched your seatbelt at lightening speed and had thrown it over your head. Your hand found its place on the glossy chrome door handle of the car door.

As soon as you were parked, you threw open the door and jumped out. You eyed the mansion in front of you.

It was fancy, of course, as all mansions should be, but a few pieces of the wood on it had obviously aged with the manor. You looked over at the others as you heard the car door shut.

The group walked around to the back door of the mansion. Mike pulled a set of key's from his pocket and slid it into the keyhole. It had fit perfectly, you realized, as he turned it and the door creaked open.

"How...?" You breathed. He smirked, but said nothing.

You all walked in. The room was dark.

Suddenly you heard the door lock.

"Wha-?" Mike mumbled, but turned around and then cut himself off with his own gasp.

Your eyes widened as a voice laughed and said, "Hello, guys. Didn't expect you'd bump into someone this fast, did you now?"

You sucked in a breath and turned, only to see a much too familiar blonde leaning up against the metal back door, holding a cigarette in between two fingers.

"You had something to do with this, didn't you!?" Mike snapped. At first you opened your mouth to object, but then you realized it was entirely possible.

"Hold your horses, Mr. Schmidt!" She laughed. She lifted the cigarette to her mouth, but before she could put it in she said, "Vincent. It's Vincent. Went missing again, didn't he?"

"Ali, I swear, if you had anything to with this-" you snarled, tears welling up in your eyes. You reached out to grab her by her collar, but she grabbed your arm with her free hand.

She glanced at her cigarette, then sighed and threw it down. She stomped her foot on it to make sure it went out, then said, without turning her gaze back to you, "If they took Vincent, I don't have anything to with it. They called me up and convinced me to come over here so I could help 'em with something. They didn't say much, and they sure didn't mention they were holding your little boyfriend, alright?"

You took a deep breath as she turned back to you and her cold blue eyes met your shimmering (E/C) ones.

"Now, I know my way around this place. If you want I could help you break Vincent out. If he's even here, that is."

"Why should we trust you?" Scott growled. The girl let go of your arm and looked at him.

"Well, unless you want Vincent to rot in here-"

"Alright, alright!" You snapped. "What do you suggest we do, Ali?"

"Well, I could keep those two idiots distracted while you go look for Vincent. The rest of you could guard the doors and make sure they don't take Vincent and make a run for it."

"Actually," Mike said, "could I help you Ali? Th-The sisters... They're my cousins."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat, pretty boy."

"Well, then, let's go. We can't risk waiting any longer and honestly Ali's plan is the only plan we got so we're going with it." You said.

"Wh-What if one of us gets hurt?" stuttered Jeremy.

You sighed. "I honestly don't know Jeremy. I don't know."

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~???'s POV~

I dragged Vincent down the hall. I was headed out of here, no doubt about it. Way out of here. Then maybe his pesky little girlfriend wouldn't get in the way of my plans.

I kept dragging Vincent, trying to block out his muffled protests. I walked past a table and picked up a pistol I'd laid there earlier up.

I scowled as Vincent's muffled pleads got louder and he tried to pull away. He obviously didn't trust me with the pistol. I don't blame him, honestly, because I actually really wanted to shoot him at this point. But that would make his death quick, and that kinda takes all of the fun out of it, right?